Singular Point of Reference. The world doesn't revolve around you all the time. Just sometimes. Look into a big pool of water and decide in the eyes.

Null Apathy. I know, it's juvenile. // Well, maybe it's time for you to grow up.

Dreamcatcher. I slept in Frank's bed again, because I'm a lazy bastard... Then I woke up, did the clothes shift, and dived in my bed, with the blankie n stuff... I cried a dream of a thousand tears... Ferreal. Something about picking Tita Emily and Tita Marit up, and then a mention of Tita Jean. I couldn't handle it. I can't really handle a lot of things... But tomorrow's going to be a good fuckin' day. If not... Well, I'll make it a good day, and I'll rock the mic like none other, because I'm the only One. True. PS - Should have slept secret agent style... Why? Because... Go shorty, it's ya burfday... Imagine that. Click. Hey, it's your birthday. Snuggle. What? So I like to do it. Who doesn't.

Praenomen on Stickerum. This guy wore a name tag and now I want to as well. [Jerwin]

Y* Life. Why do people live at all? Does one live to enjoy himself? Make others happy? Touch the life one other person? Give to the world? Live to be remembered? Live to answer the question? Live to die?

Every day that you life is one day closer to the day you die. What did you do with all your time, and why...? Some people just go out, but some insist on going out in style... Crazy people. Why did they live?

PS - The host, in church? They're called Jesus-crackers, or, what I learned in chorus today, Jeezits.

Uniform Sans Colors. My clothes... They're soaked with memories. Damn Them. Damn Them to the wildest rollercoaster ride ever. Soggy sneakers and dirty tans. The concert and ever-proud sweater. Making it fit in shoes. My jersey.

Restless Chocobos. What happens when you try to predict the future? I dunno. It just explodes, and you wait.

Fuck the End. Hi, my name is Mark Canlas and I'm blogging tonite to address two audiences. Unbelievable that I would ever encounter audience++, but it feels like so much of the same. And here I am to defend myself. Classic, I know.

Both of you tell me, hey, something's due, you better get your ass in gear. Ahh, yes, I know that. But in the realistic circumstance on the world, there lives an ever-forgiving horizon, much akin to the previous rubicon we've both come to know and love. Not so quite an edge of death when you can see another step right below it. All I'm saying is that these due dates aren't completely unforgiving. Life is organic, and I'm willing to acknowledge those attributes. So, when there's a crunch time that I know I can't meet, I refuse to work and work and work to the point of futility. Futility because it was supposed to be done at 100% capacity by this date, and I know it won't and can't be. I know me, so please, save your words. By adding this extension that I'm so fond of, I can complete the work in X+ amount of time to 90% capacity. I know that isn't what people really want, but hey, from the school I come from, what's done is done. Stuff just is.

And now you say, but Mark, even if we agree to let you have this magical extension and accept your fate, why aren't you working through the night and finishing the assignment as soon as possible? Well, put simply, the procrastination kicks back in as the margins of forgiveness have increased. I have an extra day, an extra week, whatever. I know it'll be there. So I'll just fuck around till then. I know, I know, it's not an effective use of time. But to me, I'd rather relax and enjoy myself and then refocus when I feel like it. I know me, and I know my zone. And I know that pressuring me to do something I don't want to do will not put me in that zone. I'm my decision maker, I'm my auto-battle, I'm my truth. Solipsism at it's best.

And now each party will acknowledge the other and state... Both of us are yelling at Mark. Why isn't it getting through his thick skull? We, as some of the most important bodies in his life, care deeply for his welfare, and there he is, still not listening to either of us, blocking out both of us. Well what can I say? I'm me. I really do want to be me. And I don't want to here any guff from anybody. I know you don't like giving it. So why don't we just up the utility of the world and stop talking about it? In some circles, talk is cheap, remember? And all your lectures and friendly threats have no utility on my radar. I know you say you want to help, but I'm telling you right back it isn't helping anyone. Certanily not you, and certainly not me. I'm me, remember?

Two audiences. The best of any kind. And I love you to death. But when can I get a moment where you two will just relent... And give in.

Maybe it's like the chase. Things in life are better when they don't really exist, in that you dream all the time. And so let me dream and let us forever argue, that I should do work quicker, faster, better. I agree. But I want to go home (twice, my solution is to run home). I want to play Warcraft. I want to have idle moments. I want to enjoy to enjoy. And I'll enjoy my work. It's not completely fruitless. I don't disagree with you. And I hate fighting with you. But there's always a time, and always a place. And I just don't feel like working. What can I say? I'm Mark, that's me, hi hello.

It's like one of those things... I claim to have this personal fire... That rarely gets accredited for (because I crave attention so much)... But maybe it's better off that way. A life full of secret goods. Only to be yelled at when you slack. Just like the chase. Life just is. And there is the chase.

Defense. Sometimes I feel alone... And sometimes I feel that being alone is really the only answer. The only steadfast truth I have in this world is me. That's why people say things like, "Fuck the world." Fuck the world indeed. But only for a little bit... We're organic. And there's always tomorrow. So why worry?

Man oh man... My teachers, my mentors, my friends, or whatever I have left in them... What would they think? They're be super upset. "This fuckin' guy, look, he hasn't learned anything. I knew it. Fuckin' guy. Fruitful weekend my ass. Dips out on us for what? School? He can't even pull that shit." Well, did I call it or what?

Again, the apathy is just settling it... It's lukewarm, cold, soothing... Whatever. As long as I'm truthful to myself, I think I'll be alright. What's there to be wrong about? The world just is. And yes, I do have a couple unselfish goals, so Mark's world is not without giving. But that, that too, it's just a defense... Why so much defense? Because it feels like an attack...

It's classic.

Did I just come full circle, for the worse? Maybe. Then again, what else would I have become when the world just is.

We Look Good. The key to life (or at least faux good web design) is good stock photography. That's what me and my brother have come up with so far.

1. Stock photography.
2. ???
3. Profit!!!

Conservative Union. If people waste so much water when they shower... Two could save water by showering together, right? Umm, yeah. I'm serious though. I'd shower with someone if they were willing to do it. I'm sure it's loads of fun.

Happy Arun Day! i tend to be in my own little world sometimes...i like to refer to this world i'm in as 'arooonia'...i'm not king or president of arooonia...arooonia tends to run its self...arooonia only has good people...and everyone knows everyone else and gets along with everyone...arooonia doesn't have shady characters...there is no back stabbing...everyone can trust everyone else...there are no secrets in arooonia...in arooonia there is no real need for money...money doesn't make arooonia go around...in arooonia there is no time wasted on worries...because in the end everything always works out...everyone feels at home in arooonia...no one feels like a guest...arooonia is filled with people who love to laugh...smile...have a good time and just want to be happy...in arooonia time goes by slow...because good times last in arooonia...you're welcome to arooonia... [Arun]

Nothing is a Solution. That's what I learned in Discrete Analysis. A problem operated upon zero elements generally holds one solution, a zero-length arrangement. So I see a sign today, a tentative type of sign. And it describes an operation over zero. So I was like, hey, how can you have an operation over zero elements? Everything in life yields a result, even failure. And so too does an operation over zero elements.

Gladiatore Fantastique. I went to that place where goblins do that thing. And I'm taking big goblins, Final Fantasy earing-clad ogres even... Okay, okay, it was an initial disappointment. But after that fact, I had fun. Deer-in-headlight eye candy. And everyone was super duper. No shame.

Jaycism. "celebrating 420 with the family. i mean Easter. LOL :-D" Bad away message, bad...

One of Many. The phrase is just way too symbolic sometimes... One of the things I may never rightfully be able to do is march around like a double-d, singing, P S I U P S I... After all, I was dumas material. Maybe all these thoughts, skills, hopes, and desires... Maybe they can be displaced.

The Undying Duo By Name. Do you know that I go out of my way to make sure the world knows about you two? Well, not go out of my way... But when I mention one, I have to mention the other. And I want my victim to know, to know for sure that deep down in my soul, there you two will be, forever. Always. Why? Because you were/are so important to me. Like you wouldn't imagine. A life with purpose, a life with drive. That's what you gave me. An appreciation for the greatest good in life. A place to obsess, cry, confide in, everything that I could imagine or be disappointed in. Sure, both of you have your faults. And I'll be blind about them. But to you, I always look forward. Hopefully you'll be there at my side, or ahead of me, whatever. As long as you're there, I'm infinitely happy. And in your absence, for however minute, I whine and complain like a little child. Because I enjoy your company that much. And every waking moment means the most of me.

So here I am, playing the greatest game of make it fit, purely because both of you have the same name. And you have to know how important each of you are to me. And one day, you'll meet, and the world will explode, for I'll truly be happy. And then you can both rock out, because that's what you do.

Cold, Boring, Alone. Those golden shackles and the sweat, tears, and garnet blood I shed were all I had. Sometimes I wish I was still bound. Ahead lies the greatest challenge ever: to do without. To perform equally well and beyond as anticipated, with no shield or guide from the light. I've seen the fire from within, outward, within again, and beyond. Now is the time to ignite my fire and continue. There's no other way.

Pledge for Life. If my fire to do can run out, so can my apathy. Every morning is one moment closer to the day I wake up, and feel that void of potentially infinite joy and infinite happiness. But you can't regret things that can't happen, now can you?

Le Stranger. I murdered a man who put his heart in the right place, and now I'm the stranger.

Postless, Tasteless. It's funny when you say Blacky stuff in a Whitey accent. hollerFront.